5 days ago
I am in a room with artful wooden windows
They are not transparent
Yet, they reflect well the scene outside.
They are more open to me than the window of glass.
To me the glass window only reflects,
The wooden window sees.
Outside; the trees bloom of flowers which I equally appreciate.
Just like that I appreciate the wooden window.
A fireplace is nearby.
A fire in my eyes,
Burns in my heart.
A wooden window now reminds me of the jazz
Playing in the bar.
I was once in a mood to downpour my imagination
Into a glass.
The mood was transparent.